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I want to be strong

and fearless

again.

I long for courage.

Alas,

it was lost

in the back of the

ambulance.
I've heard that love comes from the heart
But I don't quite know what that means.
My heart is a muscle, biological tissue
Pumping out blood into streams.

Aorta, vessels, atriums, arteries:
The anatomy, what its made of.
I searched and searched yet failed to find
The containment and source of love.

Scientists and doctors got it wrong,
Grey must have made a mistake.
If the heart is not the source of love,
Why does love make the heart break?
Dreamed about you
last night, I hid in the
sunflowers against an
old white house and
you came to find me
(c) Brooke Otto
I have dug my grave.
This silver spoon has gotten *****.
And his illusions were my lost challenge.
Pushed to my knees.
I don't pray.
Fleetwood Mac inspired, though I love Hole's cover.
This was a dumb poem.
I miss you
I miss the 5 hour long conversations and holding in my farts until I left your house
I miss the feeling of your fingers in between mine and not being able to feel my arm while we cuddled on the couch
I miss the way your breath shuttered as you kissed my neck and how it smelled like **** in the morning
It wasn't always perfect
But it was all worth it
I miss you
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